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They came back out carrying my body. Not dragging. Not the casual handling of something disposed of. They carried me carefully. Like there was still something worth protecting. Like whatever I was, wherever I'd come from, it mattered to someone I didn't yet know. Who are you? I strained toward them, trying to see the crest more clearly, trying to read something in their faces — The darkness took me before I could. End of Chapter One

I’m here to change what survival means. And now, outside our borders, word is spreading. The hollow didn’t take me. It changed me. Whatever’s coming next—I’ll face it head-on. Good. No rushing. Chapter 42 is about consequences, so it needs to land hard. I’m going straight from where we left off—same energy, same tension—no cuts, no resets. ¬ The hollow didn’t take me. It changed me. And whatever comes next—I’ll meet it standing. But standing isn’t the same as steady.

BOOK 3: Chapter 21: A Dangerous Addiction She returns back to her room with a guilt-ridden heart. Her steps are uneven, unsteady, her breath shallow and trembling. The door clicks shut behind her, and she leans her full weight against it, exhaling like she's just escaped something lethal. Her eyes drift closed. Inhale. Exhale. Again. Her chest rises and falls in uneven waves as she tries to cool the fire scorching through her veins.

Thank you all. Next chapter drops in a few hour. Also do you think Missy is not doubtful about her mother’s shady movements again? She might be cleared of doubt to who she is, but is she also cleared of doubts about her movements?

"Forgive me." The arrow flew. Straight toward Lynnek's End of Chapter Twenty-two

“Because I’m the Kael who was supposed to survive.” The world went silent. And Hope realized— the story she thought had ended had only opened another door. END OF CHAPTER 42 To be continued in Chapter 43…

Weakly I lifted my head and saw a bleeding hole below my heart. My first reaction was confusion. Wasn’t I saved? Why was I dying again in this warehouse? Was it all a dream? The woman who saved me, my travelling to China, Venice and Kang Xianliang? Were they created from my dying imagination? No. No, it couldn’t be. Impossible. What kind of hallucination was this? Everything was so real. But the pain of my broken bones and cut skin was real too. I felt despair filling my whole being. I started hiccupping and cried like a new-born baby. The air I breathed wasn’t enough, and soon I felt nausea.

Let’s make make a solid proof plan , let us gather food , clothes – we will take our horses one night and flee. It is up to me to help her. I run to my squatters and I start making our amazing escape. We will run away and never look back… We will be free – just her and I. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Rosemary’s Pov I jolt when I hear the door behind me slam shut. Instantly feeling the walls closing in on me , I try to head for the balcony where I can feel some form of freedom. However , my plan is harshly ruined when I feel a bunch of my hair being grabbed.

He couldn't even walk straight while he tried to adjust his pants around him, she still has her eyes closed wishing for her death. And she smiled when she felt death knocking on her door, it is knocking really hard. She suddenly felt a hard tug from her toe, it was so hard and painful that she feels her head pulling with just that pain. She started sweating profusely, like she committed a crime, the man above her is also sweating but for a different reason. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel him walking around like a mad man, she don't blame him. He should think about escaping first before he does anything else, they won't spare him and she actually don't want anyone to punish him. He

Chapter 27 was merged with chapter 26 in the last one. So this is a continution, don't be too shocked and worried. Chapter 28 - One might think I am in love with you. ~~~ Racheal's POV We both bend down and grabbed the handle. "One, two..." I counted. "...And open." As soon as the coffin open, we fell back, gasped, and blinked again and again and again, not believing the sight in front of us.